The shadow guard laughs at me with a broken sleeve

He was driven out of the palace with a full face, and he was asked to think about his mistakes behind closed doors and reflect on himself, but he didn't understand what was wrong with him, he was absolutely right, Xue Lang was to blame for all this!

How could he be the proton for four years, still be valued by his father and make his mother and concubine afraid!

King Rui gritted his teeth and made up his mind to trip Xue Lang when he went to Wu'an.

Seeing the back of King Rui gnashing his teeth and jumping his feet in anger, Ye Hang entered the imperial study room again.

Emperor Qing said he didn't believe it, and his suspicious temperament made him destined not to take his son's words as a deaf ear, especially when it was about the Northern Yan Army!

"Master Ye is flat," he raised his hand, with a sad expression on his face, "Feng'er just said that someone in the city called himself the Northern Yan Army, is there such a thing?"

Ye Hang twitched his lips, and replied truthfully: "Your Majesty, I just came back the day before yesterday, so I have no clue about this matter."

"Right."

Emperor Qing paused, and thought of "Master Zhang", "Deputy Commander Li", "Liu Shangshu" and so on in his mind several times, but none of them were satisfactory, so he could only focus on Commander Ye in front of him again.

Seeing that look, Ye Hang's ankle felt faintly sore, but he couldn't help it, he sighed slightly in his heart, he was really a loyal minister and good general who worked hard.

"Your Majesty, wait for the minister to find out the matter, and report back."

Emperor Qing stroked his beard in satisfaction: "Commander Ye has worked hard."

17. Nightmare

The end of the year is approaching, and the snowfall in Wu'an is at its heaviest, making it almost impossible for people to go out. The temperature is terribly low, and many victims of the disaster have froze to death. House repairs have not yet been completed, so this year is still difficult to pass.

The servants of the Zhou mansion were busy in and out, and the adults from Lingyang had to deal with many trivial matters every day. Every time they begged to see Xue Lang, they never saw anyone, and even Lord Yan followed behind closed doors. The young man with green eyes is also rumored to be the prince's shadow guard.

It’s just that going on like this is not an option. The victims are extremely eager to rebuild their hometown. Seeing that the officials are like soft persimmons, they are easy to bully, so they open their mouths and guard outside the Zhou Mansion every day, making a lot of noise when they are cold or hungry.

It really proved a sentence-troublemakers come out of poor mountains and rivers.

With such a selfish and cruel county magistrate, Wu'an could not maintain its former prosperous appearance. It was already close to the mountains, and the traffic behind it was blocked.

Xing Xin had never seen such a scene before. He mustered up the courage to go out to appease the victims, but he was robbed of only his underwear.

"Why, we are here to help them, why are they doing this?"

Colleagues were also restless, clutching a stack of white paper covered with words and remained silent. This group of unscrupulous people dared to attack the court officials, they were a little too courageous.

Facing Xing Xin whose mentality was gradually collapsing, his colleagues couldn't bear it, and dryly comforted him a few words, and finally persuaded him to get used to it earlier, and they couldn't go back to Lingyang for a while.

Hearing this, Xing Xin burst into tears.

While speaking, the door was pushed open, and it was He Shaotang who came.

Seeing Mr. Xing with tears in his eyes on the bed, he was also dizzy. He has been staring at these trivial matters these days, but the master's matter is almost no progress.

"Master Xing, are you injured?"

Xing Xin came back to his senses, blinked hastily, and said with a dry smile, "I never did, Mr. Lao He is bothering you."

He Shaotang nodded absent-mindedly. He was really not good at talking about scenes, so he turned his head and was about to leave. Xing Xin called him immediately: "Master He, please stay."

"......You say."

Xing Xin sighed, and said: "Now the disaster victims have a tendency to riot. The old minister wants to ask Mr. He to tell the prince on his behalf, and ask the prince to take charge of the overall situation and appease the people."

The commotion was so fierce that the victims saw the sincerity of the imperial court in disaster relief, and became disregarded. They imitated the style of mountain hooligans, stealing and looting, not only harming passers-by, but also the people of the same city.

The guards are not manned enough, Xing Xin is powerless and can only watch them degenerate.

The few rich and gentry families who donated money before were a little unbearable. Even in the wind and snow, they left the city where they had lived for generations.

It wasn't like this at first, Xing Xin was known for his tenderness, and he firmly believed that he could repay grievances with kindness. No matter how the people treated him, he would continue to unilaterally gossip with others for a long time the next day, but once, a little baby who had just turned one year old leaned against In his mother's arms, without hesitation, he threw away the warm steamed stuffed bun he had just given out, and stretched out his hand to him for money.

At that time, he knew that he alone could not save this rotten city.

No matter what level of official you are, the people don't recognize you at all, they only recognize money, and money that saves lives also kills them. The whole city fell into a huge nightmare.

Under such circumstances, perhaps only His Royal Highness Li Wang, who is the evil god, can calm down the "ghosts" that file out.

Xing Xin's eyes were mournful, his compassionate heart was trampled to pieces, but He Shaotang just paused, agreed blankly, opened the door and left.

He also wanted to find the prince, but all the clues pointed to Dachu, the place that eats people without spitting out their bones. In such a short time, the thieves couldn't go back to Dachu, but there was no news of anyone he sent out.

Ling Xiao wanted to stay and treat Yan Li's wounds, and he also had to deal with the group of persistent old foxes who wanted to take the blame. gentlemen".

But what's the use?Knowing this, could it be that He Shaotang, an insignificant shadow guard, can go directly to the king of Chu to ask for someone?

Obviously not, he was not even sure, if these people appeared in front of the King of Chu, whether the master would die directly.

Wait until the boss wakes up. . . . . .

He Shaotang looked melancholy at the dark evening clouds, when will this day be the end, he would rather have a hearty and hearty work, rather than be as timid as he is now.

Yan Li slept for a long time and had a long dream, he couldn't even tell if it was a dream, because this was him in the past.

In the dream, he was still the child living in his aunt's house, surrounded by many immature boys and girls. His aunt's house was a stronghold for training killers. , Regardless of whether the ability is up to the standard, they have to be sent out for missions. Some people never come back after going out, and some people change their temperament even after they come back.

At that time, he was only six years old, his parents died in a daze, and he only remembered a very kind grandpa.

He stayed there for nearly six years, repeating the training of the previous day every day, watching people come and go numbly.

Life is too hard, especially for a group of children, if they have to be with the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that ordinary people can't peek into for a lifetime, they will become "monsters" sooner or later, so he took the lead in planning an escape.

In the middle of the night, he smashed the heavy lock on the back door and ran out with a dozen children. Just when he thought he could see the light again, the gloomy aunt on the street corner shattered his fantasy.

"Run? Where do you want to run?"

"Don't, don't come here."

He was trembling with fear, subconsciously turned his head and wanted to run, and urged the children he brought out to escape together, but the children were so frightened that they could only cry and kowtow on the ground begging for mercy.

Only a girl with a ponytail stood as he did, albeit with trembling legs.

"well done."

He heard his aunt say, to the little girl.

do what?What are they talking about?

As soon as the scene changed, he was taken back to the dark room. His aunt laid out a set of torture instruments expressionlessly, and half of her face distorted with pleasure was reflected on the blade.

"You really didn't disappoint me, but unfortunately, you didn't escape this time."

also?Didn't he just escape this once?

The aunt took out a knife and a silver needle, and unshackled his neck, with cruel eyes in her eyes.

The knife cut through the skin on the side of his neck, and then across his neck, making several shallow cuts. The severe pain hit him without warning. It smeared on his face and soaked in his eyes.

"what!!!!!!"

The heart-piercing cry broke through the roof, and was bounced back by the heavy clouds, falling back into the child's trembling throat, and the pair of beautiful big eyes lost their color instantly.

His aunt gave him medicine to prevent him from going into a coma due to the pain, and let him remember everything tonight.

When he was gasping for breath and enduring the severe pain of his neck being skinned, two silver needles pierced his flesh and blood mercilessly, threading needles and threads on his fragile neck, and slowly sewed a huge dark net.

During this period, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. The burning soul-like pain stimulated him to become more awake, and he shouted with tearing eyes: "I want to kill you! Ah!"

It hurts, it hurts so much, I want to bite my tongue and kill myself, but he can't, he wants to live and kill them with his own hands.

When he woke up again, on another bed in the room lay the girl with ponytails, with dark red blood stains on her neck. The girl glanced at him with empty eyes and turned her head to the side.

Four years later, he was 12 years old, and it was time to leave. Before that, his grandfather finally came to see him again and brought him candied haws. behind.

His aunt took a few children of the same age out to perform tasks, reviewed their abilities, and gave them weapons. During this period, he planned to escape. He always wanted to kill these guys and return to his grandfather to take care of his old age, but also because Grandpa was here, and he became constrained, and he didn't even find a chance on the way back.

Back at the place where the nightmare started, grandpa was about to leave, he chose the former between concealment and honesty.

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